ACT ONE
FADE IN
EXT. STADIUM - DAY - SHOTS OF A CROWD
at a sunlight-drenched raceway. Note: A section of the
grandstand is empty, roped off and posted with signs reading,
"UNSAFE. KEEP OUT".
OMITTED
ANGLE - THE THREE CARS
running in a straight line towards camera as they peel off
and go in various maneuvers, then coming to a stop, as
Lisa, Mario and Sammy get out and take bows.
ANGLE - CROWD
applauding the performance.
OMITTED
ANGLE - STUNT AREA
Crew members, including Mark, are busy checking the ramp,
lighting the fire rings and lining up the cars in prepara-
tion for Sammy's jump. As we hear a drumroll build:
INT. ANNOUNCER'S BOOTH
where we establish that the Announcer also works all the
requisite musical effects via prerecorded tapes.
ANNOUNCER
Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time
for the grand finale of Slammin'
Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular
-- the most death defying, logic
defying, gravity defying group of
daredevil drivers this side of the
Mississippi.
INSERT - SLAMMIN' SAMMY'S STUNT SHOW SPECTACULAR PROGRAM
ANGLE - SAMMY
waves to the crowd then jumps into his car and buckles
himself into his seat.
ANGLE - SAMMY
as his beautiful twenty-five-year-old daughter, Lisa, leans
into the window of his car and kisses him on the cheek.
LISA
Good luck, Daddy.
Sammy winks at her, pats the side of his helmet twice for
luck and he's off.
BACK TO SCENE
Sammy takes off in a long circle around the track and hits a
special ramp sending his car onto two wheels. He remains in
this "ski jump" for a few seconds until all four wheels of
his car hit the ground.
SAMMY'S POINT OF VIEW
as he heads down the straightaway and hits the ramp.
BACK TO SCENE
In slow motion the car takes off in a powerful glide that
takes it over four cars, through a ring of fire and con-
tinues through the air and finally lands and wheels to a
stop, approximately where he left from.
ANGLE - STANDS
where the crowd reacts with mild to indifferent enthusiasm.
ANGLE - SAMMY'S CAR
as Sammy emerges from under his car and waves to the crowd.
INT. ANNOUNCER'S BOOTH - DAY
ANNOUNCER
Now I know you folks have seen this
sort of stunt before -- or maybe even
something a bit more spectacular.
But Slammin' Sammy is now about to
show you something you've never seen
before. And probably will never see
again. Sammy is going to repeat the
very same stunt you just saw. Only
this time -- he will do it driving
blind.
A gasp goes up from the crowd.
INSERT
ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
To insure your complete confidence
in this performance, we have asked
the Reverend Henry Jackson to inspect
the hood and secure it over Sammy's
helmet.
During the above, a tall, distinguished black clergyman is
handed the hood which is almost an exact match to Sammy's
helmet. He inspects it carefully, moves his hand and then
proceeds to place it over Sammy's helmet and tie it in place.
ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
Actually, ladies and gentlemen, the
Reverend is here to serve a dual
role. If anything should go wrong
during this stunt, well, it's always
handy to have a clergyman available.
Ha! Ha! Just a little joke, folks.
CLOSER ANGLE
as Sammy, to the accompaniment of a drumroll, is helped to
climb into his car and slowly drives off.
VARIOUS ANGLES
as he repeats the prior stunt exactly.
BACK TO SCENE
as Sammy stops the car, gets out and removes the hood, then
with his arms raised takes his bows to a resounding ovation.
ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
Let's hear it for the master!
ANGLE - STANDS
The crowd gives Sammy a standing ovation.
CLOSE ON BILL GORDON AND MAN
GORDON
(quietly)
Putting this guy out of business is
gonna be a snap.
INT. DEVON'S OFFICE - DAY
Devon stands in front of a long carpet practicing not golf
but croquet.
ANGLE - DOOR
Michael quietly enters and stares at Devon who squat/stoops
over a mallet that he holds between his legs. Michael
stares at the odd figure without saying a word.
BACK TO DEVON
as he prepares to shoot but suddenly cocks his head and
begins a ritualistic chant.
DEVON
'Whence croquet sprang to benefit
the Earth,
What happy garden gave the pasttime
birth,
What cunning craftsmen carved its
graceful tools.'
Devon shoots a delicate shot that barely misses -- glancing
off to one side of the wicket.
MICHAEL
Devon, don't let anybody tell you
differently...you are a little
strange.
DEVON
(surprised)
This is a game of gentlemen, of
serenity, of Charles II and Samuel
Pepys, know them?
MICHAEL
Only by reputation...and from what I
understand they spent most of their
spare time in bed.
DEVON
Trust you to take the poetry out of
poetry.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
who picks up a ball and flops in a chair in one motion.
Michael knows Devon could go on for days, at least he'll be
comfortable while he waits.
DEVON
...Ah, well...yes, to business.
Devon crosses to a desk and opens a folder.
DEVON
Twelve years ago a man by the name
of Sammy Phillips purchased a race-
track.
MICHAEL
It's called Slammin' Sammy's Super
Stunt Show Spectacular.
DEVON
Aren't we astute?
MICHAEL
I've seen this guy perform. He's
really incredible.
DEVON
Unfortunately Sammy's show may be
closing shortly.
MICHAEL
Like why?
Devon looks down at his folders.
DEVON
For the past few months the founda-
tion computers have been tracing
the movements of one Lawrence Blake,
President and sole owner of a
questionable but profitable operation
known as Blake Enterprises. Blake is
an unscrupulous sort of a chap who
will stop at nothing to make a profit.
MICHAEL
What's the connection with Sammy?
DEVON
Blake's favorite tactic seems to be
buying up second mortgages on
marginal businesses.
MICHAEL
That doesn't seem too tacky.
DEVON
Not on the face of it, but the really
interesting aspect is that shortly
after acquiring these mortgages, the
business in question suffers some sort
of unexpected misfortune and folds.
MICHAEL
And Blake picks up the property for a
song, huh?
DEVON
Exactly.
MICHAEL
And something tells me that Blake
just picked up Sammy's second
mortgage. Right?
DEVON
Very perceptive, Michael.
MICHAEL
And you figure that this time maybe
I can stop him before something
nasty happens to Sammy or his show.
DEVON
Exactly. Or better still, catch him
in the act. Mr. Blake is long past
due being put away for a bit.
MICHAEL
It should be a pleasure.
DEVON
Any ideas?
MICHAEL
No, but I'll think of something.
DEVON
Just be sure and clear it first.
MICHAEL
Now don't go getting another anxiety
attack, Devon. Trust me.
DEVON
Do I have a choice? Do I ever have
a choice?
Michael smiles and starts to reply as Devon's phone buzzes.
He picks it up.
DEVON
(into the
phone)
Yes...I certainly will.
Devon hangs up the phone.
DEVON
Bonnie is ready for you.
Michael rises.
MICHAEL
I only with that meant what it
sounds like.
Michael picks up the croquet mallet and using the American
"side saddle" stance, hits the ball gently and accurately
through the wicket. He hands the mallet back to Devon.
MICHAEL
(self-
assuredly)
It was always a kid's game to me.
Devon shakes his head, as a smiling Michael exits the room.
OMITTED
INT. TRAILER - MINUTES LATER
Bonnie has her head under K.I.T.T.'s dashboard, her legs
sticking out the side door.
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Bonnie, that should be a perfect
calibration.
BONNIE
Then that's it, Kitt. You should be
functioning flawlessly, at least
until that nut starts abusing you
again.
MICHAEL
Thanks a lot.
Bonnie opens the front door.
BONNIE
Kitt has been equipped to oxygenate
the interior upon your command.
MICHAEL
Should be a great help on the
morning after, or so they say.
BONNIE
(sarcastic)
Funny...we've also increased the
booster power by about twenty-five
percent. So please keep this in
mind when you switch to alternate
power.
Michael crosses close to Bonnie.
MICHAEL
(passionately)
You know something Bonnie.
BONNIE
(coldly)
What?
Michael realizes once again that it's a lost cause.
MICHAEL
(turning off)
I'm really glad you told me about
these new additions.
BONNIE
Well, you might need these if you get
caught between a rock and hard place.
Michael looks from Bonnie to K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
(under his
breath)
Yeah, I know what that's like.
BONNIE
What?
MICHAEL
Nothing. See ya.
Michael gets into K.I.T.T. and Bonnie watches him drive off.
CUT TO
EXT. RACEWAY - DAY - ESTABLISHING
INT. SAMMY'S OFFICE - DAY
Sammy sits at his desk pouring over some bookkeeping in this
room filled with a lifetime's worth of driving memorabilia --
pictures, trophies, souvenirs, etc. Mark, his son, enters
bursting with enthusiasm.
MARK
Hey, Dad, listen, I just worked
out a really great stunt. I'm on
my motorcycle, see, and I do a
headstand....
SAMMY
Mark, I've got enough problems here
without you splattering yourself all
over the track.
MARK
But I've been practicing, Dad. I
can do things on my bike as good as
anybody.
SAMMY
I said no.
MARK
You're never gonna give me a chance,
are you?
SAMMY
I didn't say that...when you're
ready....
MARK
But I am ready, Dad. I've got my
routine down pat.
SAMMY
Mark, your technique is fine. But
you're still too eager. In this line
of work, enthusiasm can get you killed.
A little more maturity is all you need.
Just be patient. Now go gas my car
before the show.
MARK
Big deal.
Mark turns on his heels and storms out of the office. On
his way out he passes Lisa.
LISA
Hi Mark.
Mark doesn't answer. He just keeps walking. Lisa walks up
to her father who has just resumed his bookkeeping.
LISA
Let me guess...he wants you to let
him perform on his motorcycle.
SAMMY
Kids!
LISA
He is getting real good, Dad.
SAMMY
(annoyed)
Look, like I told him, not now, okay?
Sammy goes back to his bookwork.
LISA
What's with you?
SAMMY
We're just barely breaking even...I
got 500 condemned seats out there
I can't use till I get the stands
fixed and no money to pay for it,
and the last thing I feel like
talking about is Mark who wants to
be a star even if he kills himself
doing it.
Lisa looks hurt. Sammy, realizing what he's done, crosses
over to his daughter and caresses her cheek with a fatherly
touch.
SAMMY
I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a
crochety old man who should be put
out to pasture.
LISA
Knowing you, you'd probably try to
work up a stunt show with the cows.
SAMMY
Nah. They're too slow.
Mario Lutenza enters. He is a handsome, dark-haired man in
his early thirties who has the running hots for Lisa and/or
anyone else.
ANGLE - MARIO
MARIO
(to Lisa)
Lisa, you promised we'd rehearse
the new routine today.
LISA
(bored)
Not now, Mario.
MARIO
Afraid to be alone with me?
LISA
Mario, you've really got to stop
watching soap operas. Go find your-
self another groupie. I'll catch
you later.
Mario rolls his eyes as he exits.
CUT TO
INT. STUNT SHOW GARAGE - DAY
Parked in the garage is a souped-up stunt car with "Slammin'
Sammy" written on the side door.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Mark approaches his father's car and opens the hood.
Perched on top of the carburetor is a special three-gallon
stainless steel gas tank used in stunt cars to minimize the
fuel load. Mark lifts a marked five-gallon gas can, unscrews
the top of the tank and carefully tops it off with gas from
the can. He then refastens the top, closes the hood and
exits. There is a long silent beat. Then....
POINT OF VIEW - SABOTEUR
He approaches the car. He opens the hood and unscrews the
top of the gas tank, then carefully siphons out about one-
third of the fuel.
CUT TO
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY - STOCK
INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY
as we discover Michael dressed as a handyman searching the
office. Suddenly he hears a noise o.s. and dives for cover
(Bruce's problem) as Blake enters the office, crosses to
his desk, picks up the phone and dials.
BLAKE
(into phone)
Gordon? Blake. Just checking.
Everything's okay, then? Right!
Right. So Sammy should have his
'accident' in about thirty minutes.
Fine, I'll look forward to seeing
it on the news tonight.
He hangs up.
CLOSE ON MICHAEL
(wherever he's hidden) as he reacts, realizing he's trapped.
INT. STADIUM - DAY - STOCK SHOTS OF A CROWD
OMITTED
VARIOUS ANGLES
as we repeat the same routines seen in the prior show
including the first part of Sammy's stunt.
INTERCUT WITH SC. 31-A
as Blake gets up and leaves the office. Michael waits a
beat, then exits after him.
EXT. STREET - DAY
K.I.T.T. driving fast.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
as another clergyman (white) repeats the routine of inspect-
ing the hood and placing it over Sammy's helmet and tying
it into place. Over this:
ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
To insure your complete confidence
in this performance, we have asked
the Reverend Donald Newman to inspect
the hood and secure it over Sammy's
helmet. Actually, ladies and
gentlemen, the Reverend is here
to serve a dual role. If anything
should go wrong during this stunt,
well, it's always handy to have a
clergyman available. Ha! Ha! Just
a little joke, folks.
ANGLE - SAMMY
as his hood is tied in place and he climbs into the car.
INT. TRANS AM - DAY
as Michael speeds along.
MICHAEL
C'mon, Kitt. We're not gonna make
it. Do something.
K.I.T.T.
Is it that important?
MICHAEL
Just a man's life is at stake. That's
all.
K.I.T.T.
Well, then may I suggest you cut in
the boosters. That is, if you don't
mind the whole police department
trailing after us.
MICHAEL
Couldn't care less.
He hits the booster switch.
EXT. TRANS AM - DAY
as it really takes off.
ANGLE - SAMMY
as he pats the side of his helmet twice for luck and he's off.
BACK TO SCENE
Sammy performs his usual routine. He takes off in a long
circle around the track and hits a ramp sending his car onto
two wheels. He remains in this "ski jump" for a few seconds
until all four wheels of his car hit the ground.
SAMMY'S POINT OF VIEW
as he heads down the straightaway and hits the ramp.
INSERT - SAMMY'S FOOT
smashing down on the accelerator pedal again and again.
CLOSE ON SAMMY'S MASKED FACE
ANGLE
as the Trans Am swings into the stadium and slams to a stop
and Michael gets out.
BACK TO SCENE
In slow motion the car takes off but just as it leaves the
ramp it becomes obvious to everyone, Sammy's car is going to
fall short. As it slices through the air, his car crashes
into the ring of fire and slams into the ground.
ANGLE - CROWD
Various reaction shots of horror from the people watching.
ANGLE - LISA
as she looks on totally stunned.
BACK TO SCENE
Safety men rush to the aid of their injured boss with fire
extinguishers and extrication tools.
ANGLE - BILL GORDON
who nods satisfactorily -- the show's over...in more ways
than one. Gordon gets up to leave.
ANGLE ON MICHAEL
as he reacts in anger.
BACK TO SCENE
as the ambulance rushes to the overturned car. Feverish
activity as they extricate Sammy, load him on a gurney and
then load him into the ambulance. As the ambulance takes
off....
OMITTED
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
A stunt car heads straight for camera and spins through a
perfect 180 degree turn and stops. Lisa Phillips, exits the
car and walks toward Michael, the only spectator in the
stadium. In the b.g., Mario is working on his car near the
stands and also coming on strong with his semipermanent
entourage of three or four sexy, if somewhat tasteless,
groupies. He alternates his attention between his car, the
girls and scowling at Michael and Lisa. (Note: Shoot enough
footage to allow intercutting throughout scenes 72, 74, 90,
90-A, 90-B, etc.)
MICHAEL
That was terrific!
LISA
(flatly)
Thanks.
Lisa starts to walk toward the office. Michael stops her.
MICHAEL
How's your father doing?
LISA
He'll be okay. He just won't be
driving for a while. Hey, who are
you, anyway?
MICHAEL
Just a guy looking for a job.
LISA
Boy, your timing is unbelievable,
Mr. ---
MICHAEL
Knight. Michael Knight.
LISA
Lisa Phillips. And we've got no
jobs, Mr. Knight.
MICHAEL
I dunno, Lisa. Seems to me you're
kinda short a driver for a while.
LISA
And you think you can replace my
father? That's a laugh.
MICHAEL
Doesn't look to me like you can
afford to be that choosy...Besides,
you haven't seen me drive yet.
LISA
We can't spare a car for you to wrack
up, Mr. Knight.
MICHAEL
No sweat, I'll use my own, okay? Or
are you afraid I'll wreck your track?
LISA
Okay. Go ahead and show me what you
think you can do.
MICHAEL
Thanks.
He crosses out of the stadium to get K.I.T.T. as Mario and
Mark enter the scene.
MARIO
Who was that?
LISA
Some nut wants to be stunt driver.
MARK
Instead of letting me fill in?
MARIO
So what did you tell him?
LISA
I said we'd look.
MARIO
Why?
LISA
Why not?
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
as Michael gets into the Trans Am and fires it up.
INT. TRANS AM - DAY
K.I.T.T.
How did it go, Michael?
MICHAEL
The jury's still out, Kitt. We're
about to audition.
K.I.T.T.
Meaning?
MICHAEL
We've got to prove we can perform
stunts.
K.I.T.T.
You must be joking. I can easily
outperform those primitive stock
machines they refer to as stunt
cars. My data indicates that if you
wish, we could perform a 360, 540,
or even a 720 degree turn.
MICHAEL
So what?
K.I.T.T.
There are also a multitude of more
advanced evolutions we could perform.
MICHAEL
Kitt, you're forgetting a very
important element...we're not sup-
posed to be that good.
K.I.T.T.
Oh!
MICHAEL
Exactly.
EXT. RACEWAY - DAY
as K.I.T.T. enters and then roars down the track, executes a
series of high-speed tricky but basic maneuvers then pulls
to a stop. Michael hops out of the car and heads for Lisa.
MICHAEL
How'd I do?
LISA
Not bad. For an amateur.
MICHAEL
When my life is on the line, I learn
fast, if you'll teach me, that is.
LISA
Yeah, and maybe you can get us both
killed.
MICHAEL
And maybe I won't.
LISA
Well, maybe we'll give it a shot.
MICHAEL
Is that a firm maybe?
LISA
Maybe.
MICHAEL
(trying to
lighten up)
Sure are a lot of maybes in this
business.
Lisa smiles.
LISA
Hang in here for a minute, I'll
check it out with my father. Okay?
She exits.
INTERCUT - VARIOUS SHOTS OF MARIO
working on his car and scowling at them, obviously jealous.
OMITTED
ANGLE
as Mark comes up to Michael.
MARK
Hey, you weren't too bad out there.
MICHAEL
Thanks -- uh.
MARK
Mark Phillips.
MICHAEL
Michael Knight.
MARK
If you join up with us it's gonna
be tough learnin' those routines.
MICHAEL
You people are even tougher.
Mark does not fully understand Michael's statement.
MARK
Yeah I guess...Hey, you want to see
my act?
MICHAEL
Shake it down.
ANGLE - TRACK
Mark takes off on his motorcycle and immediately pops a few
wheelies.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
He looks on, greatly impressed.
ANGLE - STUNT CAR
Mark approaches the car and with the aid of a small ramp is
able to drive right over the trunk, roof and hood of the car.
ANGLE - MARK
He races down the track toward Michael and pops one long
sustained wheelie. Just as he is about to stop directly in
front of Michael, he dumps his bike out from under one leg
and takes a bow.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
who claps with approval.
MICHAEL
That was really great!
MARK
Thanks.
MICHAEL
When is Sammy going to put you in
the show?
MARK
It'd better be soon.
MICHAEL
It'll come.
MARK
It's taking long enough....
Before Mark can finish his statement, Sammy comes hobbling
down the track.
ANGLE - SAMMY
SAMMY
Mark!
BACK TO SCENE
MARK
Yeah Dad?
SAMMY
I thought I told you to change the
tires on Mario's car.
MARK
I was just getting to it.
SAMMY
Don't give me any excuses. I just
saw you hot-dogging it around this
track.
MARK
(proudly)
What'd you think?
SAMMY
I think you better get into gear and
do what I tell you. I don't want
this to happen again. You
understand?
Mark shoots Sammy a look that could kill, then silently gets
on his motorcycle and drives off.
ANGLE - MICHAEL AND SAMMY
MICHAEL
You know that kid is terrific.
SAMMY
He's got a lot of talent.
MICHAEL
Then why are you so rough on him?
SAMMY
I'm trying to teach him discipline
and responsibility. I don't want
him getting hurt. Stunt cars are
rough enough. But motorcycles!
MICHAEL
I wonder if he sees it that way.
SAMMY
If he doesn't now...he will. It's
the way I was taught...besides I --
Hey, who are you anyway?
MICHAEL
Name's Michael Knight. And I'm your
new driver.
SAMMY
Says who?
LISA (o.s.)
Well, I did, sort of. I was just
looking for you to....
She enters shot.
SAMMY
Who's show is this anyway?
LISA
Your's, Dad.
SAMMY
Then how come you're hiring me a
driver?
LISA
Three reasons. One, we need a
temporary replacement for you. Two,
he's not bad for an amateur and
three, nobody else is applying for
the job.
SAMMY
You wanna drive for me?
MICHAEL
That's the idea.
SAMMY
Okay, then show me something.
Something interesting.
MICHAEL
No sweat. What would you like me
to do?
SAMMY
(putting
him on)
Oh, I don't know. How about a little
skiing?
MICHAEL
What's skiing?
SAMMY
What's skiing?
(to Lisa)
See what I mean?
(to Michael)
It's driving on two wheels.
MICHAEL
Which two? Left or right?
SAMMY
(really putting
him on)
Your choice...or better still, do
it both ways.
MICHAEL
Gotcha.
As he crosses towards K.I.T.T.
LISA
Dad, that isn't fair. Practically
nobody can do it both ways.
SAMMY
So let him find it out for himself.
That hard way.
INT. TRANS AM - DAY
MICHAEL
I guess this time we'd better pull
out a few stops. Sammy's not gonna
be an easy audience.
K.I.T.T.
I'm yours to command, Michael.
Anything you can think of, I'm sure
I can perform.
MICHAEL
I sure admire your modesty, Kitt.
K.I.T.T.
Modesty is a state of mind,
Michael. I only deal in facts.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Michael goes through the same evolutions as previously.
ON SAMMY AND LISA
as Sammy watches, not terribly impressed.
BACK TO CAR
as Michael goes into a series of skiing maneuvers, rapidly
switching from one side to another.
ON SAMMY
who is now very impressed.
WIDEN
as Michael pulls to a stop next to Sammy.
MICHAEL
Well?
SAMMY
(grudging)
Not bad. Not too bad.
LISA
Don't let him kid you. You were
great. Why don't we try one
together?
MICHAEL
Fine with me.
SAMMY
Just take it easy, huh?
ANOTHER ANGLE
as they walk towards their cars.
LISA
We'll do a double 180. Okay?
MICHAEL
Like how?
Lisa points down the track.
LISA
You start down there and I start
from this end. Watch me. When I
drop my hand, execute a tight 180
immediately.
MICHAEL
My pleasure.
She shoots him a look as they climb into their cars and take
off.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as K.I.T.T. roars down the track as Lisa roars directly at
him, then they execute perfect 180o turns and stop some
distance apart. Michael hops out of the car and heads for
Lisa.
MICHAEL
How'd I do?
LISA
Fine. Just fine. For the first
time anyway. We'll work at it until
we can wind up, bumper to bumper.
MICHAEL
Sounds just great.
She laughs as they cross towards Sammy together.
INT. ROBERT BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Robert Blake, a distinguished-looking gray-haired man in his
early sixties is seated behind his desk. Bill Gordon,
previously seen in the stands during Sammy's accident sits
across from his boss.
BLAKE
Nice job, Gordon. With Sammy out of
action, we ought to be able to take
him over in about three more weeks.
GORDON
I sure hope so, Mr. Blake.
BLAKE
You sound like there might be a
problem.
GORDON
Last week the show was just hanging
on, then after Sammy's accident, the
audience dried up as we expected,
but....
BLAKE
I don't need the details, Gordon,
just give me the broad strokes.
GORDON
Sammy's got a new driver.
BLAKE
(shaking
his head)
It doesn't matter. Sammy's the show
-- without him they're dead.
GORDON
What if the new guy is good?
BLAKE
(a deep sigh)
I expect you to handle it, Gordon.
And if you don't, I'll find somebody
who will. Understand?
GORDON
Yes, of course, Mr. Blake.
BLAKE
Good. Now get going...
(a beat)
By the side door if you don't mind.
Bill Gordon exits by the side door.
CUT TO
EXT. KNIGHT TRAILER - DAY
K.I.T.T. pulls up to the ramp and goes in the trailer.
INT. KNIGHT TRAILER - DAY
Bonnie and Devon are waiting as Michael exits a dusty
K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
So why have we been summoned into
the royal presence again?
BONNIE
(shrieks)
What have you done to Kitt?
MICHAEL
Nothing.
BONNIE
He looks like you've been using him
for a tractor.
K.I.T.T.
No Bonnie. Michael is not into
agriculture.
BONNIE
Who's side are you on Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Why everybody's...After all, that's
the way I was programmed.
DEVON
Michael, whether I like it or not I
am somewhat responsible for your
actions...The reason I qualify the
aforementioned statement with
'somewhat' is because I must always
take into account that you are
basically an incorrigible.
MICHAEL
I hope so.
DEVON
Which leads me to the following...
a) Kitt is not to be used in any
profit making venture, b) you are
supposed to be undercover not center
ring in a circus, and c) you are
attempting to destroy an indestruc-
tible car.
BONNIE
That's right. Kitt wasn't designed
to be used as a stunt car.
Michael begins to pace.
MICHAEL
(rising anger)
First of all, the stunt show is going
down the tube all according to plan.
Second, the only way I can smoke out
Lake is to set myself up and the
only way to do that -- with Kitt's
help -- is to put on performances
which will keep the show alive.
And three, if either of you have
a better way of going about this,
feel free to take a shot at it.
DEVON
There's no need to be so bloody
dramatic...
(thinks it
over)
Somehow, however, you always seem
to deserve kudos for your direct
course of action.
MICHAEL
Thank you.
DEVON
...so carry on as you were but do me
two favors...be careful with Kitt
and please, for God's sake, keep in
mind your priorities.
MICHAEL
Yeah, just let me get back to being a
target.
As Michael and Bonnie cross back to work on K.I.T.T., we....
CUT TO
INT. GARAGE - DAY
where K.I.T.T., shut down, is parked with all the other
stunt cars, as a mysterious figure slowly approaches him.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as the figure, back to camera, first tries, without success,
to open the hood, then moves and tries -- also without
success, to open the door.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as the figure, mumbling under his breath in frustration,
grabs some tools and tries to jimmy the door open. All this
results in a bent screwdriver.
ON THE FLOOR
as the figure lays down on a roller and slides under the
car, a hammer and chisel in hand.
UP ANGLE
of K.I.T.T.'s private parts. A pair of hands reach into
view with the hammer and chisel and starts to do something
ghastly to K.I.T.T.'s plumbing.
ANGLE ON THE GRILLE
as the red light comes to life.
UNDER THE CAR
as the chisel is about to sever a line (or whatever),
K.I.T.T. slowly rolls forward about a foot or two. The
figure reacts and rolls forward to adjust, whereupon
K.I.T.T. rolls back to his original position followed
shortly by a now madly frustrated saboteur. This dance
(forward and back) is repeated several times with increasing
rapidity until finally, the saboteur stops exhausted. This
is a brief beat then:
K.I.T.T.
If I were you, buddy, I'd get outta
there before you get yourself
trapped.
Whereupon we hear a loud hissing and the car starts to
slowly descend as K.I.T.T. deflates his tires.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as the figure, lying on the roller scoots out from under
K.I.T.T., barely making it and takes off in a total panic.
There is a momentary silence, then K.I.T.T. starts to
reinflate his tires.
K.I.T.T.
Really, some people are simply too
much.
OMITTED
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
where Mark watches as Lisa's car slowly weaves through a
series of slaloms using orange traffic cones. She knocks
some down in what could be regarded as a rather sloppy
performance.
MARK
Okay, sis, hold it.
Lisa pulls to a stop as Mark crosses to her car. As he
peers in window, we discover she's wearing Sammy's hood over
her helmet. Mark helps her out and removes the hood.
LISA
How did I do?
MARK
Lousy, if you want the truth.
SAMMY (o.s.)
Exactly what's going on with you two?
He hobbles into shot.
LISA
Nothing tricky. I was just trying
some blind driving.
SAMMY
Why?
LISA
Dad, you know with you out, the show
is really missing something...why
don't you let me try to do your act.
SAMMY
Absolutely not. One of us getting
hurt is enough.
LISA
But....
SAMMY
No buts, there's too many things
that can go wrong in that stunt.
LISA
Then what are we going to do?
SAMMY
I'll tell you exactly what we're
going to do. You're going to get in
your car and continue the show just
like always.
LISA
Then what are we going to do?
MARK
Yeah. You know, Dad, the way things
are going, and with you out of
action, we're just not gonna make it.
SAMMY
(fiercely)
I'll tell you one thing we're not
gonna do and that's quit. We're
just gonna keep on going as long as
we can and take our chances. Just
like we've always done.
And with that, Sammy hobbles off as Lisa and Mark stare
after him.
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN
EXT. STREET - DAY
as the Trans Am, with Michael at the wheel, drives towards
the stadium.
OMITTED
INT. TRANS AM - DAY
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I must confess I have a
difficult time computing the logic
of this sport, as you insist on
calling it.
MICHAEL
Why?
K.I.T.T.
On a mathematical basis, these so-
called stunts do present a slight
challenge, but it seems a somewhat
pointless and rather dangerous
activity.
MICHAEL
That's not the point, Kitt.
K.I.T.T.
Then what is the point?
MICHAEL
People pay money to see these stunts.
And without money, Sammy's show is
going to go down the drain.
K.I.T.T.
I see. Well, Michael, if our object
is to save this enterprise we'd best
come up with something quite
exceptional.
MICHAEL
That seems logical.
K.I.T.T.
What else would it be?
MICHAEL
(exasperated)
Good. Now that we've got that
settled, what would you suggest
we do?
K.I.T.T.
How would I know? You're talking
show business and that's completely
outside the scope of any known
system of logic.
MICHAEL
You know what?
K.I.T.T.
What, Michael?
MICHAEL
Sometimes you're no help at all.
You certainly must understand your
capabilities.
K.I.T.T.
Of course I do. But, you are the
best judge of what will turn people
on, as they say. I'm afraid that
this time the ball is in your court,
as they also say.
CUT TO
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Lisa and Mario are working out, practicing figure eights,
with Mario's groupies watching from the stands.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
who watches the practice session as Sammy hobbles to him.
SAMMY
Hi kid!
MICHAEL
Looks like we're gonna have a good
show this week.
SAMMY
Yeah, but it's still missing some-
thing...we need a show stopper.
(a beat)
I've been watching you, Michael, and
you're good. Real good.
MICHAEL
Thanks. I've been thinking...how
would it be if I did the finale?
SAMMY
My stunt?
MICHAEL
That's right ---
SAMMY
No way you could do it blind. Maybe
in a year or two....
MICHAEL
Well, do I have to do it blind?
SAMMY
I'll level with you, kid. Without
the blind finish, the act is nothing.
In fact, the whole show is really
not all that much. Not these days.
No, the blind bit is the only thing
keeping us in business -- and that's
just barely.
Sammy starts to walk away.
MICHAEL
Wait, Sammy, what do you think
about my jumping over a truck and
a car?
SAMMY
Big deal. I jump four cars just
for a build up.
MICHAEL
But not while they're moving.
That stops Sammy for a beat. Then:
SAMMY
Forget it. It's impossible.
MICHAEL
I know I can do it.
SAMMY
No way. The ramps are simple enough
but you couldn't build up enough
speed.
MICHAEL
How about letting me try it?
SAMMY
All you'll wind up doing is wrecking
a car and maybe yourself, too.
MICHAEL
I'll use my car.
SAMMY
(shrugs)
Well, if you're that determined,
maybe we'll try it at practice
tomorrow.
MICHAEL
No. It's the finale this afternoon.
SAMMY
What???!!!
MICHAEL
You said we needed a show stopper.
SAMMY
Okay, kid. It's your life.
CUT TO
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
where Michael is in the process of pasting assorted silver
stars all over K.I.T.T. at random.
MICHAEL
There, you're starting to look pretty
nifty, Kitt.
K.I.T.T.
Really, Michael. Is all this
garishness really necessary.
MICHAEL
Of course it is, buddy. After all,
we're now in show business. And
since you're going to be a star,
what could be more appropriate?
K.I.T.T.
Really! But still I fail to under-
stand how these stars enhance my
functional capabiltiies.
MICHAEL
That's not the point.
K.I.T.T.
Then exactly what is the point?
MICHAEL
I don't think I can explain it so
you'd understand.
K.I.T.T.
Very weak reasoning.
MICHAEL
Look, Kitt, let me put it this way.
It's either the stars or you get
painted red, white and blue like all
the other cars. Now what about it?
K.I.T.T.
Keep pasting, Michael. Please keep
pasting.
EXT. STADIUM ARENA - DAY
Sammy's Stunt Show Spectacular is now in progress but
playing to a disappointingly small crowd.
OMITTED
ANGLE ON THE TRACK
Lisa stands in the middle of the track as Mario heads toward
her. At the last moment he goes into a ski maneuver and
avoids hitting Lisa.
ANGLE - SMALL CROWD
as they applaud.
OMITTED
ANGLE - BILL GORDON
as he sits relaxing in the stands -- the small crowd is good
news for him.
OMITTED
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
Michael dons his helmet and enters the car. Sammy comes up
to him.
SAMMY
You still sure you want to try this?
MICHAEL
Positive.
Sammy nods and then signals to the announcer's booth.
SAMMY
Good luck, kid.
ANGLE - SMALL CROWD
ANNOUNCER
(a small chuckle)
Ladies and gentlemen, one of our
drivers will now try a jump over
two moving vehicles -- a stunt
that has been attempted dozens of
times by various stunt driving
legends and they have all been
unsuccessful.
(chuckles)
We are about to see stunt driving
history or witness one hell of a
wreck. All we can say is good luck
to Mike!
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
circling the track.
ANGLE - BILL GORDON
who watches intently.
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
as it picks up speed.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael is strapped tightly in his seat.
MICHAEL
Are you sure we can do this?
K.I.T.T.
The chances of successful completion
are somewhat less than optimum.
MICHAEL
What???? Why didn't you tell me
that before?
K.I.T.T.
Would it have made any difference?
MICHAEL
I suppose not.
K.I.T.T.
After all, you are the expert on
show-stoppers, as I think you called
them. All I've got to do is all
the work, take the punishment, the
abuse to my circuitry, the....
MICHAEL
Not now, K.I.T.T., not now....
BACK TO SCENE
K.I.T.T. circles the track building up speed, then comes up
behind a truck towing a ramp. K.I.T.T. hits the ramps and
sails over the tow truck and a car driving in front of it.
He lands and heads right for the wall. Then, at the last
possible moment, executes a perfect 180 degree turn and
comes to a stop with the rear bumper barely touching the
wall.
ANGLE - CROWD
going crazy -- this is the best show they've seen in a
while.
ANOTHER ANGLE - CROWD
An astonished Bill Gordon stares in amazement at the track.
Moments later he rises and exits.
ANGLE - TRACK
Sammy, Lisa and the crew congratulate Michael.
SAMMY
Great driving. Couldn't have done
better myself.
MICHAEL
Thanks.
SAMMY
Gimme a couple days to do a little
publicity and we'll really pack
'em in.
LISA
You've really turned this whole show
around, Michael. For a guy who never
drove professionally before, you're
incredible...I just want to tell you
I'm sorry about the way I treated you
when we first met.
MICHAEL
Thanks for the apology.
She kisses Michael on the cheek.
LISA
That was a business kiss, not a
social one.
Lisa then kisses him on the lips.
LISA
That was a social one.
A dumbfounded Michael watches as Lisa walks away.
ANGLE - TRACK
From across the track a disgruntled and jealous Mario
watches Lisa and Michael.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
As he begins to walk back to K.I.T.T. Bill Gordon approaches
him. Gordon puts out his hand to Michael.
GORDON
(very friendly)
How you doin'? Name's Bill Gordon
and I think your stunt was just great.
Michael returns his handshake.
MICHAEL
Thanks...thanks a lot.
GORDON
You know a guy like you could really
go a long way in this business.
MICHAEL
What are you getting at?
GORDON
How would you like to earn about
fifty times more than what you're
getting paid now?
MICHAEL
(playing along)
Keep talking.
GORDON
I represent a large corporation and
I think your talents have a place
within our company.
MICHAEL
Really!
GORDON
I don't kid about things like that.
MICHAEL
Maybe we do have something to talk
about after all.
GORDON
Fine. Let's you and me go and....
MICHAEL
Not you and me, Bill. Me and the
guy you work for.
GORDON
I don't know about that.
MICHAEL
Well, I do. If I'm as valuable an
asset as you say I am, I won't deal
below the top dog. No way. Now,
you just touch home base about that
and let me know.
OMITTED
INT. DEVON'S OFFICE - DAY
Michael is pacing back and forth impatiently as Devon fin-
ishes what seems like an interminable telephone conversation.
DEVON
(into phone)
Yes, Prime Minister, I understand
completely, of course, you're
right. After all, as Henry
Kissinger once said, 'even paranoids
have real enemies'...No, I don't
believe he was making a joke. He
was being funny, but, after all
there is a difference. Yes, all
right. I'm sure that by the time
the meeting convenes next month it
will all work itself out. Right.
See you then.
He hangs up and turns to Michael.
DEVON
(continuing)
Sorry about that. Most insecure man
I've ever known. How he managed to
get elected in the first place is
one of those insoluble arcane
political mysteries...But to get
back to the matter at hand, you
were saying?
MICHAEL
I think they've finally taken the
bait.
DEVON
Oh? And what leads you to that
assumption?
MICHAEL
I was approached with an offer I'm
not supposed to be able to refuse.
DEVON
And of course you didn't.
MICHAEL
Let's just say I'm holding out for
a one-on-one with the top dog.
Mr. Blake himself.
DEVON
And precisely what do you expect him
to do? Confess all?
MICHAEL
That's gonna depend on exactly how
bad he wants to buy me off.
DEVON
Let's hope you're right.
MICHAEL
Meaning?
DEVON
Meaning if he's that worried about
you, there are easier and cheaper
ways of solving his problems.
MICHAEL
You mean like terminating me 'with
extreme prejudice' as they used to
say.
DEVON
That's exactly what I mean.
EXT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY - STOCK
BLAKE'S VOICE
That's exactly what I mean.
Camera pulls back to reveal Blake talking to:
INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE
where Blake is talking to Gordon.
BLAKE
(continuing)
Waste him.
GORDON
You're sure you want to go that
far. I mean he seems willing to....
BLAKE
Look, you offered him money, right?
Any two-bit stunt driver would have
grabbed at it. But not him. He
wants a face-to-face with me first.
Why?
GORDON
I don't know, Mr. Blake.
BLAKE
And I don't care. I don't know who
he is or what he wants, but nobody,
and I mean nobody, gets to me
direct. That's what I pay you for.
To run interference. He doesn't
want to play with you. Fine. Then
he doesn't get to play at all. So,
like I said, you take care of him.
GORDON
Quietly?
BLAKE
No, not quietly. Big. Big and noisy.
I want that show closed down and fast.
So see he has an accident, a nice big
fatal accident. A really for real
show-stopper, if you get my point.
Gordon nods his head as we:
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
where the three drivers are working out fairly routine maneu-
vers as Sammy watches them perform. After a beat, Michael
and Lisa both skid to a stop near Sammy and exit their cars.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Michael crosses to Sammy, grabs a jug of Gatorade-like
drink from a table and swills it down.
MICHAEL
I tell you, this stunt driving
is real thirsty work.
SAMMY
It's all that dust, son. I've been
eating it for damn near forty years
now. That's a long time to be living
on alkali dust and carbon monoxide.
MICHAEL
Yeah. I always thought it was a
young man's game.
LISA
What do you mean, young 'man's' game?
SAMMY
That's only because being crazy and
cautious at the same time is a rare
combination. Like the pilots used
to say, 'There are old pilots and
bold pilots, but damn few old bold
pilots.'
LISA
Well, why don't you pack it in then?
SAMMY
And do what? Sit around and wait to
die. Listen, this is the only life I
know. The only life I want.
MICHAEL
(testing him
a little)
Yeah, but if you sold out...After
all, this place must be worth a good
chunk of money.
SAMMY
And it mostly belongs to the bank,
too. Do I look stupid? If I wasn't
in hock to my eyeballs, don't you
think I'd do something about this
place. Like fixing up that whole
section over there.
MICHAEL
I see what you mean.
LISA
But that's the whole problem, Dad.
Even when things are great, we're
still just barely getting by.
SAMMY
Listen, all I've got in the world.
All I've got to leave you and Mark
is this place. Maybe you two can
make more out of it than I have.
But it's gonna be here for you
to try.
(beat)
Besides, a couple of more weeks with
Michael's act drawing the way it is,
and I'll be home free.
(beat)
I don't know why a driver as good as
you is willing to settle for this
two-bit operation of ours, but believe
me, Lisa and Mark and me, we'll never
forget what you're doing for us.
MICHAEL
Let's just say it's my pleasure to
help. Oh, by the way, you figure
you owe me one, maybe?
SAMMY
No maybe about it. You name your
price.
MICHAEL
Let Mark perform tomorrow, okay?
Well, we'd better get back to work.
He and Lisa cross back to their cars as Sammy stares after
them.
SAMMY
(to himself)
That still don't tell me why.
OMITTED
INT. CAR - NIGHT
It's parked in a deserted alley as Gordon talks to a figure
in shadow (actually Mario).
Gordon tosses an envelope over to Mario who picks it up and
counts the cash inside.
MARIO
Only half the money is here.
GORDON
I asked you to rig a couple of
accidents that would close down
the show. Hell, Sammy's doing more
business now than when I first hired
you.
MARIO
So whatta you want me to do?
GORDON
Take care of Knight.
MARIO
How?
GORDON
You're the expert. You figure it
out. Another one of your mysterious
accidents....
Mario leans into the light, revealing himself for the first
time.
GORDON
My boss is leaning on me...so I lean
on you.
MARIO
Knight wasn't part of the deal.
GORDON
If Knight goes, the show goes. If
the show goes, you'll get your money
plus a five grand bonus.
MARIO
Knight is smart. He won't let anyone
near his car.
GORDON
So use your imagination.
MARIO
I'll see what I can do.
GORDON
You better...'cause if you don't,
I'm gonna be there to back you up.
MARIO
With what?
GORDON
A big bang. Under the stands.
MARIO
You're crazy!
GORDON
Am I?
MARIO
There'll be innocent people there.
GORDON
So what? Crowds won't go near the
place if they think their lives are
in danger.
MARIO
But they'll know that's no accident.
There'll be cops all over the place.
GORDON
The police will never know. I'll
make it look like the transformer
exploded.
MARIO
I don't want any part of that.
GORDON
You do your job and it won't happen.
That show can't keep going without
Knight. It's up to you.
The shadowy figure gets up to leave.
GORDON
And by the way -- if you're thinking
about backing out, don't...or you'll
find a nasty unexpected surprise in
your gas tank.
CUT TO
OMITTED
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
as everyone (Michael, Mario, Lisa) get ready for the after-
noon show. Mark, carrying a tool kit, crosses in front of
Sammy.
ANGLE - MARK AND SAMMY
SAMMY
Mark....
MARK
Yeah?
SAMMY
Get your act together. You're in
today's show.
MARK
(shouts)
All right!
(thinks it
over)
But why'd you change your mind, Dad?
SAMMY
Let's just say I got persuaded. Any-
way, looks like you get your chance.
MARK
Thanks Dad, I won't let you down.
SAMMY
And Mark?
MARK
Yes, Dad?
Sammy hands him his helmet.
SAMMY
Wear my helmet. At least till
we can get you a show helmet of
your own.
Mark chokes up, takes the helmet and rushes out of the room.
Sammy watches him leave with a pensive look on his face.
CUT TO
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
A good-sized crowd fills the stadium and watches Mark perform
a series of acrobatics on his bike. The crowd roars its
approval as Mark rides the bike backwards, performs headstands,
etc.
ANGLE - MICHAEL AND MARIO
standing by a long table set up for the drivers covered with
cups of water, Gatorade, Cokes. They both root for Mark's
performance.
MICHAEL
Show them how to do it, kid!
MARIO
Knock 'em dead!
They both look at each other and laugh.
MARIO
You know Mike, with this new stunt
you're performing I realize that
you're actually saving the show for
us. I'm sorry about being so hos-
tile towards you.
MICHAEL
Forget it. We're all under pressure.
Mario picks up a cup of Gatorade off the table.
INSERT - MARIO
slips a tablet into the drink.
BACK TO SCENE
He hands Michael the spiked drink and then picks up one for
himself.
MARIO
Here's to you...and the start of our
friendship.
They salute each other and down the drinks as Sammy comes
running up.
SAMMY
What's this? Tea time? Michael
you're up next, start getting ready.
MICHAEL
Okay. Thanks Mario.
They shake hands before Michael and Sammy head for K.I.T.T.
Mario picks out Gordon in the stadium and nods to him.
Gordon smiles back knowingly.
ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
Ladies and gentlemen! Now we have
the main event! An impossible stunt
performed only once before in the
history of mankind and now performed
by the inventor of the stunt,
daredevil driver Michael Knight and
his faithful car nicknamed Katt!
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael straps himself in with his seatbelt.
K.I.T.T.
Did you hear that announcer? He
called me Katt. That's a four-
legged feline.
MICHAEL
So go complain to your agent.
SAMMY
Okay, kid. Good luck.
Sammy backs off from the car carefully watching Michael who
throws K.I.T.T. into gear and takes off around the track to
build up speed. Michael rolls slightly in his seat from
side to side.
ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
Ladies and gentlemen, cross your
fingers and hold your breath 'cause
there he goes!
INT. K.I.T.T.
Mario's drug starts to take effect as Michael can hardly keep
his eyes open.
K.I.T.T.
Michael we're not at speed for this
maneuver.
Michael mumbles something.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, do you understand?
BACK TO SCENE
Michael is traveling around the track at forty miles an hour.
K.I.T.T. approaches the ramp a little out of control.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael is about to fall over in his seat.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, what's the matter?
Still no reply.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, please hit the automatic
pilot....
Michael slumps over in his seat.
BACK TO SCENE
The crowd gasps in horror as they see Michael slump in his
seat.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael tries to lift his hand to the automatic pilot switch
but the drug makes his arm seem as if it weighs a ton. He
lunges at the switch and misses.
OMITTED
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael is again trying to hit the switch. He takes a swipe
at it and turns it on.
K.I.T.T.
Show time!
BACK TO SCENE
K.I.T.T. straightens its course and with a surge of rocket
power hits the ramp and sails through the air in a perfect
rolling glide, landing safely with a heavy thud.
INT. K.I.T.T.
The landing jars Michael back into semiconsciousness -- his
eyes are half-closed but he speaks.
MICHAEL
(mumbling)
Oxygen.
Two caps pop off the floorboard revealing two nozzles that
hiss as oxygen is pumped into the car.
ANGLE - MARIO
He can't believe the stunt went off successfully.
ANGLE - GRANDSTANDS
Bill Gordon is visibly upset. He rises, picks up a brown
attache case and exits.
ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
And now folks, please stand by
for the grand finale.
OMITTED
ANGLE - MARIO
who is running across the track.
INT. TRANS AM
MICHAEL
Okay, Kitt, let's go get him.
ANGLE
as K.I.T.T. takes off across the field after Mario.
ON LISA AND MARK AND SAMMY
as they watch Michael chase Mario.
MARK
What are they doing out there?
LISA
I don't know. I also don't know
what we're going to do for a
grand finale.
But from the crowd's reaction, they apparently think that
K.I.T.T. chasing Mario is considered a sort of comic finale.
OMITTED
EXT. STADIUM AREA
as K.I.T.T. pins Mario against a wall of the stadium and
Michael reaches out of the window, grabs Mario and pulls him
tight against the window.
MICHAEL
You rigged Sammy's car, didn't you?
MARIO
Yes. Yes.
MICHAEL
Attempted murder...that's a long
time in jail.
MARIO
Wait. It wasn't all me.
MICHAEL
Who are you working for?
MARIO
Bill Gordon. He said he was going
to plant a bomb.
MICHAEL
Where?
MARIO
He said the transformer. It's
under the stands near Section E.
Without a moment's hesitation, Michael takes off.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Michael drives out of the stadium.
OUTSIDE THE STADIUM
as Michael heads for a pair of doors marked "SERVICE AREA"
and smashes through them.
INT. STADIUM HALLWAY - DAY
Under the stands, Bill Gordon makes his way through the
pilings to a spot near the boiler room. Gordon places his
attache case on the ground and removes several sticks of
dynamite attached to a timer. He sets the timer and places
the bomb on the ground.
INT. AREA UNDER STADIUM
as K.I.T.T. crashes through the door and is now under the
stands.
INT. UNDER THE STANDS
Michael spots Gordon.
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW
It's really no contest as Michael cuts off every avenue of
escape until he has an out-of-breath Gordon pinned against a
wall. Michael turns on his bright lights for the inquisition
and Gordon looks like a trembling rabbit caught in a hunter's
flashlight.
CLOSEUP - GORDON
as the sweat pours off of him, deathly afraid that Michael
will put the pedal to the floor and smash him against the
wall.
GORDON
Don't!
ANGLE - MICHAEL
with his head leaning out of K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Where'd you put it?
ANGLE - GORDON
who trembles but refuses to answer.
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
With a squeal of tires, it leaps at Gordon stopping just
short of crushing him against the wall.
ANGLE - GORDON
GORDON
(pointing at
transformer)
Over there.
ANGLE - MICHAEL
MICHAEL
And who do you work for?
ANGLE - GORDON
GORDON
I can't tell you that.
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
Michael throws the car into gear and it lunges at Gordon.
GORDON
(screams)
Blake!
Michael quickly exits the car and handcuffs Gordon to a pole.
MICHAEL
You're a fool, Gordon.
GORDON
Please don't leave me here.
Michael ignores Gordon's request, hops in K.I.T.T. and
screeches toward the transformer.
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW
Michael spots the bomb.
ANGLE - K.I.T.T.
Like a soldier hero throwing himself on a grenade to save
his buddies, the Knight 2000 drives over the time bomb as
the explosion goes off and smothers the blast.
INT. K.I.T.T. - MICHAEL
who is a bit shaken from the explosion.
MICHAEL
Kitt, are you okay?
No answer.
MICHAEL
Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Affirmative. Still functioning.
Michael smiles and gives a sigh of relief as he rests his
head against K.I.T.T.'s steering wheel.
CUT TO
INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Blake is seated at his desk shuffling some papers as Michael
enters unannounced. Blake reacts.
BLAKE
Who the hell are you? And what do
you want?
MICHAEL
You damn well know who I am. And
what I want is money. Lots of it.
BLAKE
I don't know what you're talking
about.
MICHAEL
Look. Let's not dance around all
day. I told Gordon I wanted to talk
to you one-on-one and instead you
had him try and snuff me. Very
hostile, wouldn't you say? Also, it
didn't work as you may have noticed.
So now we talk, except the price is
maybe tripled. You get my point?
BLAKE
Assuming I knew what you were talking
about....
MICHAEL
What I'm talking about is that I've
got to Mario and Gordon and they've
both unburdened their somewhat grimy
souls to me.
BLAKE
And does anyone else know about this?
MICHAEL
Not yet, they don't. And if we make
the right deal, nobody ever will.
Looks like your choices are limited
to bad and lousy. Either we deal or
I give Gordon to the cops.
BLAKE
(resigned)
So what do you want, Knight?
MICHAEL
Money. How much depends on what you
want.
BLAKE
You know what I want.
MICHAEL
Tell me again. Just so we're reading
out of the same book.
BLAKE
I want the show closed down for
keeps. I want the property. And I
want it done fast.
MICHAEL
No restrictions on method?
BLAKE
None. Just get it done. I don't
care who gets hurt.
MICHAEL
You mean like Sammy's so-called
accident -- or mine?
BLAKE
Right. Now what exactly do you
want?
MICHAEL
(into watch)
You got that, Kitt?
K.I.T.T. (v.o.)
Every word, loud and clear, Michael.
Blake reacts as Michael and K.I.T.T. converse.
BLAKE
What was that?
MICHAEL
Your confession. In this state you
can't convict on the uncorroborated
testimony of an accomplice...like
Mario. But you just put it all on
tape for me. Let's go.
BLAKE
Go where?
MICHAEL
To the police. Where else?
Blake starts to run, then grabs in desperation for a con-
cealed gun. Michael disarms him easily.
MICHAEL
Now c'mon. That's a bit crude for a
man with your class. Let's go.
As he propels Blake out of the office, we hear Blake saying:
BLAKE (v.o.)
You won't get away with this. I
want my lawyer....
OMITTED
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT FOUR
TAG
FADE IN
INT. KNIGHT TRAILER - HOURS LATER
Bonnie is working on K.I.T.T. as Devon and Michael stand
talking in one corner. K.I.T.T. is still covered with
silver stars.
ANGLE - DEVON AND MICHAEL
DEVON
Must you insist on reveling in utter
chaos and destruction?
MICHAEL
It's a tough world out there, Devon.
DEVON
But your complete disregard for this
vehicle.
MICHAEL
There's a price for everything.
ANGLE - BONNIE
as she crawls out from under the car and crosses to them.
BONNIE
The muffler is shot but other than
that the damage is minor.
MICHAEL
Feel better, Devon?
Bonnie starts to peel a star off K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
BONNIE
Removing these disgusting decals
you've defaced Kitt with.
MICHAEL
Just leave them where they are.
DEVON
I fail to understand, Michael. You
managed to nail Blake and put his
whole operation out of business. The
mission's over.
MICHAEL
For you and the Foundation, maybe.
But not for me and Kitt it isn't.
DEVON
I'm afraid I'm not quite following
you, Michael.
MICHAEL
Look, whether Blake is in jail or not,
Sammy and Lisa and Mark still can't
make it without a show-stopper. And
until Sammy can drive again, it looks
like Kitt and I will have to just keep
on pinch-hitting for him.
DEVON
And exactly how long would that be?
MICHAEL
Maybe three weeks.
DEVON
Well, I'm not at all sure that....
MICHAEL
Now, Devon, before you paint yourself
into a corner, consider your options.
Devon thinks it over, then nods in resignation.
DEVON
Then I imagine we'll see you in
three weeks.
MICHAEL
Maybe not.
He digs his hand into his pocket and hands Devon and Bonnie
some tickets.
MICHAEL
(continuing)
Here's a couple of passes. Why
don't you and Bonnie drop by and
catch our act?
Devon and Bonnie exchange a look as Michael crosses to K.I.T.T.
K.I.T.T.
Michael? What do you think of a
stunt where I would somersault end
over end? It's never been done
before...Or better still, how about
a Flaming Chariot? We could set my
wheels on fire and do a jump. At
night it could be quite spectacular.
Don't you think?
MICHAEL
Since you can't do anything about
me, you'd better think of repro-
gramming him after we finish this
job.
K.I.T.T.
How about a double-barrel roll? Or
a barrel roll with a somersault
combined? My data confirms that a
100 mile per hour approach to a
ninety-degree incline....
The three of them laugh, we....
FREEZE FRAME
AND
FADE OUT
THE END
